Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

But what surprised him was that this Third Prince was completely different from what he had imagined him to be.

Of course, he knew.

The most noteworthy thing now is not how this Third Prince is different from before.

But -

Why was the Third Prince here? And why were all the civil and military officials in the court also gathered in the Palace of Heavenly Purity?

Didn’t Your Majesty pretend to be dead yesterday to test the Second Prince?

Where has the Second Prince gone?

It's getting late now, where the hell is His Majesty?

Dai Sigong looked at the large crowd of people outside the Qianqing Palace in confusion, and his head suddenly became overwhelmed.

When he was confused.

The Third Prince of the Eastern Palace, who was not far in front of him, spoke. Dai Sigong could feel that there was a hint of meaning in the Third Prince's eyes when he looked at him, but he didn't understand why the Third Prince looked at him that way.

"Doctor Dai, the emperor passed away last night..." Zhu Yunhuan said, pretending to be sad.

"According to the procedure, the Minister of Rites, Lord Ren, together with the eunuchs in charge of the Imperial Household Department, the Imperial Household Department, and the Imperial Shrine Department, as well as you, Lord Dai, must assist the Emperor in waking up, washing, dressing, and performing the sacrificial ceremony."

"That's why Master Dai was sent here."

Zhu Yunhuan knew that this guy was confused now.

So first explain the situation briefly and tell him what to do.

As soon as these words came out.

The eunuchs in charge of the Imperial Household Department, Imperial Household Department, and Imperial Shrine Department who were summoned over all had drastic changes in their expressions. "What!? His Majesty...how could he be like this!?"

Most of the eunuchs were flattering, and regardless of whether they were truly sad inside, at this moment they all became "heartbroken" at the same time.

But Dai Sigong... was like being struck by a bolt from the blue.

He widened his cloudy eyes, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, completely stunned where he stood, his body burnt on the outside and tender on the inside by the thunder.

He knew that His Majesty had passed away—but it was fake! His Majesty was pretending!

Finally, I woke up.

His Majesty is really dead! ?

So what the hell happened last night!?

Dai Sigong's mind was now in a mess, and there were only a thousand horses galloping through his heart.

"Master Dai?" He heard Zhu Yunhuan call softly.

Dai Sigong came back to his senses, closed his wide mouth and pursed it, and replied somewhat bewilderedly: "Um... uh... yes, Third Prince."

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the others.

He raised his right hand with long, slender fingers and distinct joints, and with a gentle push, the vermilion lacquered door of the Qianqing Palace was pushed open with a creaky sound. The sunlight shone into the Qianqing Palace, illuminating a beam of light with fine dust surging.

Zhu Yunhuan took a step back.

He extended his hand and said, "Master Ren, Imperial Physician Dai, and the rest of you, go ahead."

"Yes, Your Highness." Minister of Rites Ren Hengtai responded somewhat stiffly.

"I understand..." Several eunuchs in charge of seals wiped their tears.

Dai Sigong glanced inside the Qianqing Palace and absentmindedly bowed to Zhu Yunhuan, but under the waiting gazes of many civil and military officials, he could only follow Ren Hengtai and others into this palace that he was very familiar with with a heavy heart.

His eyes were fixed on the special curtain in the Qianqing Palace.

After calming down a little at this moment.

I began to have some vague guesses in my mind.

The valiant and high-spirited generals of Huaixi, the missing Second Prince, the Third Prince of the Eastern Palace who had an inseparable connection with the nobles of Huaixi, and the questioning and expectant gazes of all the civil and military officials...

"Your Majesty, have you gotten yourself into trouble?"

"The fake death became real!?"

The closer he got to the curtain that separated the dragon bed, the more frantically Dai Sigong's heart beat, almost jumping out of his throat.

It’s just a dozen steps away.

It seemed as if centuries had passed.

Finally, the Minister of Rites Ren Hengtai, who was walking in front, raised his hand and slowly lifted the curtain, and a group of five people passed through one after another.